Lyrics:
the style
I'm too set for a cure so and I don?t need for a doctor to work
Late for makin yo nerves
Late cause he called ya
Hands down now I popped ya now
shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas,
kids?
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (you're right)
Not over this shit (stop)
Drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo
kids?
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (you're right)
Not over this shit (stop)
Drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo
kids?
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (you're right)
Not over this shit (stop)
Drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo
go!
Yo! Yo!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
me down
Gotta go to work right now
Please baby don’t slow me down
I just been smoking CBD by the pound
Quarantine vibes, they got us lockdown
321 I
the work in
Lets put in work
Yeah this yo third time chilling with me
Young Moody he done did it again
You gone really feel this passion I'm bout to enact
Yo, turn me up some be
I'm about to lace ya'll, check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke be
Whoever think I'm not nice
This is for ya'll punk
gon' need you by my side
I love the way you twerk it
I can see you on my pole tonight
No one around us
So ain't nobody gonna be listenin'
No sleep 'til
lose you stay by me stay by me
Yo
I found a sweet one, got me feeling types of ways
She wanna know if we’re on the same page
But really and truly I just
uh, uh, uh, yeah
uh
Every time I, wake up in the morning
I just want to see your face, I just want to see your face baby
Every time I, feel you by my
up to her, and run this game
I want to FUCK - I don't want to know her name
I play the role though, act like I'm interested
By the end of the night,
it's not worth it to risk it
(You're right)
Not over this shit, drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim yo
He's bad for you
(You know what
in work like a
Horse of the shire breed
By necessity instead of greed
At the renaissance fair nigga down
To steal a squire's mead
Yo Yo What Am I what
got what it takes
To really match yo fly
So excuse me misses
Can we skip some parts
And get explicit
I can work yo body take
You deep into the distant
I
got what it takes to really match yo fly
So excuse me misses
Can we skip some parts and get explicit
I can work yo body take you deep into the distant
I
does he deserve all that
But he ain't do a third the work?! Life facts
Yo, I just wanna chill. Chill and not do shit
Yo, I just wanna chill. Chill
the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never
as yo bandwidth
We spraying shit
Let that bitch go till it ain't nobody standing
You panic
Take yo pick, get the work and make it vanish
I cant go out
for a fight
But I'll put in work
Protect my team and my green
By any means
AB we got a hit now let's run this shit
AB we got a hit now let's run this
on IG
You can tell its her
By the check mark
Big bank take lil bank
She sitting on a million
You cant control her
She'll keep you in yo feelings
You try
could be the flyest nigga
Spittin'? oh nah are you shitting me motherfucker?
This line is way too long for a regular black brotha
Raised by a black mother
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